Gemotions

The weight of the silence in the office was suffocating. He’d spent years mastering the art of office politics, navigating the treacherous currents of power. He'd believed he was indispensable, untouchable. Now, with the news of the sale, his carefully constructed world crumbled.

He clenched his fists, the tendons in his forearms straining. He should have played the game differently. He should have formed genuine connections. He should have focused on skills outside the realm of corporate maneuvering. He felt like a fool.

He walked over to his desk, the papers and mementos mocking him. He had let cynicism define him. He had placed all his eggs in one precarious basket.